All know, but few will keep them.—To the temple,
Where I myself am victim.
Enter Alphonso, unarmed; all seem amazed.
Alph. Stay, Veramond.
Vera. Alphonso here! then all my hopes are blasted;
The town is his, and I once more a slave. [Aside.
Alph. Dismiss thy fears, and tremble not, old man;
I neither come with purpose, nor with power,
To avenge my wrongs, but single, and unarmed.
This head is necessary to thy peace,